Desire to Inspire Scholarship Slam
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I was only eight years old.
You were older and you knew better.
At this age I should not have to worry about something like this happening.
The trail I walk is
Well-traveled, yet familiar to none.
Clouds can creep in, inviting
Unwelcome storms
From every direction, heard
And felt
Deep inside me.
Loss
Suffocating each moment lived,
strangling every movement made,
An invasive thought lingers,
Her eyes reflect the green hues of the pine trees
Tip of her nose wind chapped from the swirling of the air
The freshly fallen snow glistening off of her wide smile
Fingers tracing the rough bark appreciating every groove
Soft lyrics, a simple beat --
vibrations within the air --
lo-fi music to soothe me;
bouyant sounds to inspire.
Musical inspiration
allows me to write stories.
Who knew that sounds and voices
My own words tend to fail me when I need them most
My jumbled mind attempts to sound out syllables to express
to express what I need to say
Yet, the script of a stranger edges out of me with such ease
The future is near, I am in fear,
I don't want to hide behind the mask,
Your support and acceptance is all I ask,
Mom, Dad please listen,
I don't what to be in a medical position,
Why can't you understand,
I have this ability
To absorb others’ emotions.
When someone tells me a story of emotion,
an extreme moment that they felt, or feel,
I immediately feel that emotion.
the bee buzzes to buzz.
the snakes slithers to catch its prey.
the dog lies dead on the road.
the hummingbird hums a song.
There she sits quietly leafing through her newest obsession.
Chai-tinted skin,
A mess of tangled black hair waving in every direction,
In response to the person who told me that my work is self indulgent because I speak of issues that women should stay silent about.
i look deeper -
past Plath, Brontë, Woolf
these names behind the glass windows on my bookcase
in its mirror reflection these names on an unnoteworthy face.
i look deeper -
Wind blows by
Rustling the grass at my feet,
Whispering its secrets just barely too quiet to hear
A sound like laughter passes me by
As leaves chase each other through my hair
I love this Hershey bar, gooey and sweet.
I eat and eat, messily at best
My fingers are sticky from this delicious treat
But I don’t care; I’m chocolate obsessed
I would say, at least being in my current wake
That there is nothing better, than simply, taking a simple break
The pressure of the world is my current compressor
In the silence of the night
she shall find lonely-
a lone flower in an island
dresses in monotone hues
black, grey, blue
Amor, you're too soft for that.
Darling, don't you think that's too hard for you?
Tesoro, You're too lazy to study for it.
Is it my fault for these thoughts to become vocal?
Calculus, how I love your derivatives,It makes my life everything but privative,It solves the most common difficult question man could ask,Why? Next is the Integral, a brave fight betweenLeibniz and Newton, the unstoppable force against the immova
Calculus, how I love your derivatives,It makes my life everything but privative,It solves the most common difficult question man could ask,Why? Next is the Integral, a brave fight betweenLeibniz and Newton, the unstoppable force against the immova
3 perfect nights spent with you.
holding you in my arms, it felt like it would never end.
so unreal, almost like you could view it on the big screen
in every theatre in town.
the touch, the kisses, the hugs
Tingly, sensation running through my body
Excitement coursing in my veins
The unknown is everything before me
What has passed sets a foundation for today
My death was warm.
I took no last breath; rather, my breath was an orchestra playing the final diminuendo of a piece.
if you dream at night
are you free?
if you dream at night
do you mingle with the darkness?
if you dream at night
I have felt loss.
I have felt lost.
I lost faith,
I lost hope.
I have felt an indescribable void,
which is not quite a feeling,
more a lack thereof.
I have fed into darkness,
What if I told you, that You inspire me?
I see You sitting next to the kid that has no friends
I notice how you hold the door for people
We need more people like you in the world
Bleaming lights illuminates my skin.
My eyes polished with fear, my fingers tremble hovering over the keys.
A dim wave of heads sit as they prepare to indulge their ears.
Inspiration the motivation to all.
Change is something that makes us inspired.
Some may say they don’t need inspiration but you can notice they’ve already been inspired.
Inspiration the motivation to all.
Change is something that makes us inspired.
Some may say they don’t need inspiration but you can notice they’ve already been inspired.
For the daily wisdom and guidance
For all the daily I love yous
For being my role model
For every late night worked
For going to school
For endless love
For all days
Thank you
Dad
Stargazing in a verdant world of joy,
As the light cradles thoughts of a frown.
Before I begin however, I sit,
And watch the eye of God slowly look down.
Running around and enjoying the day
My mother waving us in
We were young children eager to play
All of us together as kin
Freshman year is terrifying.
Your friend’s older siblings told you your friends would leave you,
your teachers fail you,
your upperclassmen hate you.
I hated me, my body, smile, voice
one would say I was lost
but I grew up and realized there was more to me
at times I would cry silent tears because I wasn't Ashely or Bianca
As the breezes sweep your lonely gravesites
And the stars twinkle down from above
Know that you died for us that fateful night
And you hold America’s love.
Inspiration is a dry concept.
You ask what me inspires me, but what if I don’t know?
What if my life is just full of fear and doubt?
Inspiration is hard to put into words.
Inspiration is a dry concept.
You ask what me inspires me, but what if I don’t know?
What if my life is just full of fear and doubt?
Inspiration is hard to put into words.
To the many stars, my eyes gaze
All around, the world is a haze.
My insignificance made clear
The whisper of my soul, I hear.
It announces its small presence
The best things come in two
The flowers with spring
The stars and moon
Mother oh mother, how she would sing
Big strong father, who calls my name
The best things come in two
The flowers with spring
The stars and moon
Mother oh mother, how she would sing
Big strong father, who calls my name
Seeking a desire that is practically extinct. Awaken ones slumber; discovery one thinks.
Suddenly, the sands of time continues to sink
This room is a void, empty but not incomplete.
Vast my heart has much to give
My God, My God, how you inspire me! Overwhelmed by my darkness, I surely cannot see! You're goodness shines bright, washing me like snowy white.
Bubble tea street
Side alley wind
Cold door knob
Low violin
Chat under sign
Stock shelves full
Slide penny over
Train terminal
Fix socks shiny
Glitter twirl up
What makes the f i r e dance?
What spurs it to flail around foolishly as it does?
It is the flame’s nature to stretch its scorching arms towards the sun
Dear, Man I Once Knew It has been 13 years, and I still remember the first time I saw you raise your hand to hit my mother. Do you hear me, I was only 5 years old. Seeing my own flesh and blood getting abused by a man that's never home.
Toil and trouble, that's the American Way
Land a good job, one that will pay
Forget your passions, your desires, your truth
Don't stray from the path, don't be uncouth
How did we get here?
Grandma —
She worries, she cares, and she loves.
How can a life be so full
and still feel incomplete?
How can a piece of the past
Sunshine warms heartfelt sorrows,
Night brews sweet nothings
Clouds and gloom harbinger
Illustrious blooms.
All weep, laugh, love, live
Within this tiny world.
Being sixteen feels like a storm
Pressure and heat building in your chest like gathering electricity
You hum with it, restless and anxious and hopeful all at once
Softly smiling, made of gold
Melting gently something old.
Growing quickly, like a weed
independant, now from me.
Learning daily, from the child,
like the spring, sweet and wild.
Some think that it's too stoic and rigid,
Some think that its a waste of time and breath.
They don't see how light and dark are blended
In the journey we all share before death.
I learned in philosophy on Wednesday that
Evil leads to Suffering
Suffering leads to meaning--
A search for meaning.
I am inspired by the "evils" of my mind.
The early birds have arisen
Reading coffee-stained words and
Admiring the perks
Of this little train ride
Like the rest of the younglings
The absence of hope behind a girl’s eyes
That use to shine so bright.
He took that from her.
She pretended to have so much life
But no one knows
behind that mask she sobs
because of the pain she hides.
I just read your letter and I think it's ironic
cause there’s no address on it so no returning to sender.
Words so useless I’m left confused on what to do with this?
I am constantly inspired
By the life I have desired
It keeps me moving
It keeps me proving
My worth and all that I have
Stop being normal, it's so informal
Use your unique-ness to relinquish that weakness
You are only you, that is true
Embrace who you are
I put on a happy face
Every single day, 24/7
Not for myself, it’s never for myself
For my friends and family
My friends deserve the world
A drop of rain on a windowsill,
Moonlight shining in the street.
The taste of laughter on a good friend's lips,
waves that pound upon a beach.
The smell of home in a small book shop,
He walks in the door
He's worked hard all his life
His feet drag the floor
They are weighted with strife
But then he sits at the table
and asks me my day
And I know that I'm able
The smiles of the trees,
as the sun rises with song.
Crisp mornings with beautiful fall leaves,
To start the day with something strong.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
We humans are so lucky to have plastic
lucky to have plastic straws
lucky to have plastic bags
we humans are so lucky to have sea turtles
lucky we have have not killed them all off
lucky some of us care
Love-
It's a crazy thing.
It's what we all aspire to have.
Knowing how their heart beats
and its rhythm intertwined with your own.
Knowing you can trust them with your soul
There she stands without a trace of fear
Yet my heart flutters when she trots near
Such a beautiful animal but without knowing how
Possessing a noble power that’ll make anyone bow
Poverty
My Arabic teacher looked at me yesterday,
as wrinkles slow danced with darting eyes,
and he sighed.
When I compare the poverty I see in towns here,
Hummingbird's clapping of my hands
expresses the inner excitement I feel
and my face lights up with a smile
containing the suns of Apollo and Ra.
My love of the Ancient World
INSPIRE POEM
Through the course of my life, I’ve found that I love
Bars set up high, just inches above.
The beautiful feeling, of pushing myself
Inspiration
Such an Individual Ideal
Motivation
Stimulation
Creativity
What inspires you?
Religion
Friends
Family
Love
Music
Sports
Theater
a white sage, smudge smoke halo
is over something more divine
than all the angels on my shelf,
shedding their wings to bring the peace
i seek to unearth from myself,
It's like clockwork I wake up, I eat, I sit and do nothing Do nothing while the weight of the world sits on my shoulders bending my back into a “C” With the hands of the clock, the cycle repeats I wake up, I eat, I sit and do nothing Do nothing w
they say they wish you were here.
that they wish they could see your smile
that if God were to give them one final thing in life,
if a genie were to grant one last wish,
Love and pain,
Horror and change.
A good book that tells a story,
Or maybe something filled with glory.
I have been wondering lately
why reciving a new year does not make me euphoric anymore.
I used to enjoy the start of a new year greatly
but it seems like ageing is the factor that I don't adore.
The child will seek his old novel friend,
After the trials and tribulations have began.
The man will cry with the daring old book,
Feeling the mistakes he perhaps underlooked.
His whirling blue and yellow
His quiet city sleeping
The hot fire sky touches the mountain
Dusting the world with peace
My whirling mind of fear
My eyes alive and burrdened
on friday afternoon i tell myself,
"today is your day. you can make things right,"until i find myself a slave to the
bright white glow of a blank, electronic canvas
Flowers grow outside my window
Some days they’re purple
Some days they’re blue
And i ask myself why we pick them
If we find them so beautiful.
To wake up
and see
a baby brother
checking if I'm okay
Then pick him up and start my day
To walk in
on a hurricane of mess
and a herd of five younger ones
We all have a Purpose by: Nia McCrea We all have a purpose Or so I thought Till you made me believe I do not We all have a purpose Some may agree Till you looked in the room And didn't acknowledge me We all have a purpose I thou
We all have a Purpose by: Nia McCrea We all have a purpose Or so I thought Till you made me believe I do not We all have a purpose Some may agree Till you looked in the room And didn't acknowledge me We all have a purpose I thou
You bring light to the people who feel so in the dark.
You inspire me to radiate as you do.
Quiet,
Absolute quiet.
I can hear my own breaths and my own heart beating,
And the faraway singing of the mountains--
The sweetest lullaby.
The air is crisp,
So sharp it might shatter
I stare at the screen,
Colors flash before my eyes,
A story is told,
I’m invested so deeply,
Credits start rolling,
My eyes start to fill with tears,
I stare at the screen,
Colors flash before my eyes,
A story is told,
I’m invested so deeply,
Credits start rolling,
My eyes start to fill with tears,
Food for thought on a rainy day
Little pebbles give the ground away, saying to him: he who is lost must be found
The ground is coming out underneath, but the light somehow pulls off the choking scarf
It was around the holidays
and I was flipping through the channels,
until I spotted a familiar face.
It was Samantha Bee hosting her Christmas comedy special
bringing awareness to a harsh reality.
Hairy, furry, or bald,
Big or small or somewhere inbetween,
People are enthralled.
Dogs are amazing creatures after all
But they are more than that to me
I wish one could photograph tastes,
For the pleasure again to meet,
The honey of a pinstriped bee,
Or the plumpest of summer blueberries.
Heaven gained an angel,
And a beautiful one at that.
He always had a smile on his face
At the drop of any hat.
He is fishing in the lakes of Heaven
And running touchdowns too.
California.
Owner, old and watchful
Of the spikes risen from your cracked powders
And the waves sounded in falsehood
From the beat of the ground.
Known by
The skin of serpents
I am
Inspired
By those around me
I am
Inspired
To be
Better
I am
Stronger
Because of my family
And their love
I am
Happier
Dark skin, dark eyes, dark hair.
Brown skin, dark skin, dark brown skin.
How I wish I had your snow white complexion.
Brown eyes, dark eyes, dark brown eyes.
My dull lenses are no match to your ocean blue ones.
Life is my inspiration,
Every breath,
Every heartbeat,
Every tear,
Every smile,
Is poetry to me,
It inspires me to create,
And go on.
it's different for all of us,
what gets us going.
an A on a test,
the winning touchdown,
a promotion at work.
whatever it may be,
we can inspire others.
to be who they want,
Music is full of inspiration.
It's all around us, from the whisper of the trees,
to the bird singing its beautiful song of old.
The music we listen to,
Carrier of life
The one that holds me tight
Tucks me in at night
Kisses my bad days away
Listens to me when times get gray
On a nice day, I'll walk
Where to?
Not sure
I usually don't have a set destination
But, I enjoy walking
It gives me motivation
Whether it's to draw
Or to catch up with friends
To some it’s a moment,
A wonderful birth.
To others a life,
That never touched the earth.
All of the thoughts in my head act as fog,
clarity becoming unknown to me.
Anxiety grasps its slimy fingers around my neck
whispering (lies) to me.
I'm hopeless. Helpless. Alone.
I’m swept into the realm of my depthless imagination
Cascades of concepts, characters, places
And I weave interdimensional ideas into a single form
A string of thoughts connected by strands of words
When she came into this world, purple and red
I became a mess of worry
When she came back to our home, small and fragile
I became a mother hen
Times are hard when least expected
My escape is when in my dorm
I can relax and catch up on hobbies
No class troubles, no class forms
The stress free moments is what I've suspected.
Dashing swordsmen, captive girls
Dragons with their wings unfurled
Majestic countries, set apart
Let wonder and joy fill my heart
Every book, every poem
Every stream, every stone
The world is full of failures
Rich, smiley, excited failures
Failures who live in mansions
Failures who have personal chefs
The world is full of them
Full of millionares
What failures they've been
It was foretold that He would be
The one who man kind would need.
The one who crushed the head
Of the the serpent of deceit.
He would be despised and not esteemed.
The men in my life
Some have stayed and some have gone
Through love and strife
But Many left me feeling completely alone
my mind is as cluttered as a
theatre minutes before the curtain
goes up.
i’m the bag of sand holding
Constantly remind yourself WHY you are doing this and WHAT you are going after.
Think: every time you take a gap year,
you are you are prolonging your graduation even more.
